Imagine this, my first blog on the site will be a tiny rant.
I've been stuck in a small town in VA since Friday due to a lack of freight. I discovered that they have a smoking lounge for truckers and have been balancing my time between it and the Starbucks they have here at the truck stop. As I'm lounging around today, looking at more ways to spend cash I don't really have to spend, I'm enjoying a Gurkha Vintage Shaggy. There's nobody else in the lounge with me and that's just the way I like it.
I get about halfway through my smoke and one of the employees walks in to take her break. The first words out of her mouth are, "It sure is thick in here." This is immediately followed by three obviously fake coughs. I chose to ignore her statement and her actions in order to not go into a small fit of rage that would truly be fueled by the incompetence of my boss and my current circumstances. Seeing that I'm ignoring her only makes her worse. She goes into a coughing fit that almost sounds believable, if it weren't for the fact that every time she takes a break from it she looks to see if I'm looking at her. When she sees that the coughing isn't working, she actually just comes outright with a request... she wants me to put my cigar out. I actually laughed at the request. For a child, I may do it, but not for an adult who knowingly walks into a smoking lounge when there is a non-smoking seating area with more tables and more comfortable seating available at the other end of the building (which would have been closer to her work station anyway). I explained to her that this was, in fact, a smokers lounge and that I had asked the manager if cigars were allowed before setting up camp in here. She told me that she came in the lounge to make a phone call that her coworkers shouldn't hear... not my problem. I informed her that I had no intention of putting out my cigar. I would actually have to be in pretty serious circumstances to put out a $9 smoke.
To sum up the rest of what happened, she left in a huff and told the owner of the place her version of events. He came in and asked me what happened, and I gave him my side. He went back out into the store and informed her that if she didn't wan't to smell smoke, she should stay out of the smoking lounge. About ten minutes later, he walked in and fired up stick of his own. The moral of the story: If you don't like smoke, stay out of the few smoking areas we have left.